Three videos: one with the original fiddle tune, A Week in Eek, and three poems; one with a single poem; one from December 20, 2017 event at Malvern Books in Austin, Texas. Below them, two poems.

Upon Hearing the Trump Administration May Separate Children from Parents

Such utter lack of imagination.No sense of poetry or metaphor.After all, war is never simply war,but portal to chaos and extinction.Diplomacy is the steady enginethat maintains order. To keep a bordersecure, don’t build a wall; just fix the doorso hard-working friends can be welcomed in.Yesterday I read of plans to separatechildren from parents, those poor familiescaught as illegals. That’s the newest low,one more tactic to sow anger, hate,discord. It’s a bully’s idiocy.More troops? More drones? I hear the drumbeats grow.

Donald Trump: Dream #8

We were served plates of the most tender veal.The plates kept coming and we kept eating.We had the best table, the first seatingof the evening. A beautiful meal.I sat with Ivanka and Eric, realclose together. We heard ourselves breathing.Somehow it had turned into a meetingand the kids wanted to know how to stealDonald Jr.’s shares. It was hard to knowwhether to be angry or proud. Followyour daddy, I told them. The veal was good,and chocolate cake too. I like my foodwell-done, everything chewy but tender.The cook knew some tricks. Our waitress, slender.